The calamity of Ganyang Mountain finally ended, and Chen Shi relaxed. He had been tightly wound and under intense strain these past few days, and only now that he let go did he feel the crushing fatigue.
He slept exceptionally well that night.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up and bolted upright, only to find several people gathered around his bed.
Startled, he looked closely and saw that it was Prince Xiao, Li Jindou, and the others, while Grandpa stood in the corner still holding a green umbrella.
The five of them stared at him with bizarre expressions, not blinking an eye.
"He didn't have an episode tonight."
Grandpa shook his head and walked outside, holding his umbrella.
The other four also let out sighs of shared disappointment and left Chen Shi's room one after another. Granny Sha muttered, "Could it be that people blown to pieces by cannon shells don't have souls to eat?"
Chen Shi felt utterly baffled. They had come to his room and watched him sleep just to see if he would have an episode?
Early the next morning, Chen Shi got up to pay respects to Godmother and saw people already out in the fields laboring. Although this demonic transformation had been aggressive, terrifying, and claimed many lives, life still went on.
By the third day, the various villages had basically returned to normal, and even the markets had reopened.
Because there were five extra mouths to feed in the house—nursing patients like Li Jindou, Granny Sha, Jin Hongying, and Prince Xiao, plus the cost of herbs that Chen Shi himself had to boil and take—the Chen family's reserves were quickly running dry.
Granny Sha had always been poor, normally relying on acting as a village spirit medium for countryfolk to